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I, I did it, I got robbed
(You was robbed?)
Only the bus got it right
Fuck j-dub and a-14, this here is my iron mic
And if envy want it from me he can pry it tonight
From my cold dead crippled hands, and, he can try if he like
I messed up (I messed up) but I stayed on top
They told me man, but you know cause I ain't gone flop
I got my front tuck immaculate and game on lock
Marv-o stop rubbin on j-dub you look gay homeboy
I'm the e to l,i, pull heat through my teeth
Kids is weak you could tell I, rip beats or freak accapella
Spit heat for the street, rep me and the z, to the e to the r,o,f,i, v,e
Roast you like eva, it ain't nothin to me man
I keep it for real and straight up cleva
I'm the best (I'm the best)
By now you probably believin
My rhymes make you act like marv-o, got you bobbin and weavin

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